Comfort soup

I remember the exact time my love affair with kimchi began. I'd just written a 3-hour exam, all essay questions, and I was ravenous. But on a Sunday afternoon in downtown Vancouver, there wasn't much choice. Finally I wandered into a Korean internet café that also served some hot dishes. I ordered the bulgogi plate … Continue reading Comfort soup

New flavours on one of North America’s oldest streets

I was overjoyed when, in the middle of a chat about Asian cuisine, the Indonesian waiter at one of my favourite restaurants, Gado-Gado, told me that there was a new Filipino restaurant on rue Notre Dame, just a couple of blocks from where I live. But I have to admit it was a little surreal … Continue reading New flavours on one of North America’s oldest streets

Sugar shacking

When I was about eight years old, my grandparents came back to Manila from Vancouver for Christmas, and they gave me the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder as a present. I loved them — partly because they had such good eating in them, and also because they described daily life in a mileu that was totally … Continue reading Sugar shacking